The Dance

Sometimes I feel like a dancer, spinning around and around.

I don't do anything else but go in circles; and it gets annoying and I feel bound.

Bound to go in circles, bound to be dizzy.

It makes me so mad, so I make myself be busy.

Then I hurt people that I love because I hurry and don't pay attention to them.

Then they decide they should not be my friends and I am condemned.

So I say I'm sorry, and to give me another chance.

So they do, but it ends up being just another dance.

A dance around my feelings; a dance around my thoughts.

A dance around the things in my head, the things that cannot be bought.

And so it goes, around and around.

I go in circles and I feel bound.

Started: Oct. 8, 1999

Finished: Jan. 17, 2001

I don't really know what this poem is about. I guess it's about how life is unfair and how you can hurt people when you don't pay attention to them.

Passion

I felt your hands, so hungry and hot.

When they touched my body, I just forgot.

Forgot to breathe, forgot to think.

It was like I had been thirsty forever and you were my drink.

Your hands explored me thoroughly,

And as they did, you and me became we.

It didn't last long, a few moments at the most.

But afterward, I could still feel you as if you were a ghost.

You are a ghost now, but a ghost in my head.

You're a ghost because all the love we shared is now dead.

You promised me you'd be there through thick and thin.

Because if you weren't there, it would be a sin.

Well, where are you; you aren't here.

All I can say is: I hope you realize soon that what you're feeling is only fear.

I need you more than ever, Mike.

I hope you figure out what it is you'd like.

Written Jan. 21, 2001

This is a poem I wrote about my high school boyfriend Mike. We didn't have sex, we only fooled around and made out. But afterwards, he wouldn't talk to me or acknowledge me. He was my first heartbreak.